The testosterone swollen neck immediately signaled gender as the sleek, but muscular male silently tiptoed from the demarcation between brush and pasture.
He was an excellent example of conditioning, fortunate genetics, and substantial food supply. However, groceries were not the priority this November afternoon. The breeding season is full bore and feminine companionship was paramount for the young buck.
Nose to the ground and eyes ever trained on the surrounding foliage, the would be suitor gave no notice to the ole ranch hand concealed in the ubiquitous deer blind.
Regardless of the opportunity, a shot was not to be.
Although handsome in presentation, this particular item of ranch inventory was the future. At two to three years of age, the eight points of the white tail's horns gave but promise of later antler glory and a hunting story yet to be told.
Maybe next year?
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